…or whatever other silly memes are floating around. Gah!
I used to applaud Chicago for keeping its cool about the snow. But the news, online and face-to-face chatter have been crazy this time around.
All the freaking out reminds me of my high school job as a grocery store cashier. Whenever meteorologists predicted an inch or more of snow, hordes of people would clean out the bread and milk aisles out of fear of never eating again. It doesn’t snow as much in Kentuckiana (the area around Louisville where Indiana and Kentucky high five each other), so people aren’t as laid back about it. Schools inevitably get delayed or closed. The news has special coverage of the conditions. And so on.
In all seriousness, I hope everyone stays safe and keeps their cool out there. And I hope our 2011 blizzard is nothing like Snowmageddon ’09.
(Link via Jeff Cenna @jeffc76. Awesome find, sir!)
Last week, I was hard pressed to find a good reason why we live here.
Biting wind, slippery sidewalks and snow blowing in the face…signs do not point to “yes.” They point to “I need a warmer coat.”
However, protesting the notion of standing in 7 degree weather to take two buses home, I stepped into a cab one evening and remembered how Chicago can be livable in the winter—there are vehicles out there, waiting to drive us around. We don’t have to wait on the bus. We don’t have to clean snow off our cars. We can take a cab. It’s easy.
Endure the scent, for better or worse.
Oh, and pay the man (or lady).
I don’t take cabs often. It’s a rare treat. I have a foxy Focus, even though I drive her infrequently. For some reason, taking a cab feels like cheating. I’ll usually only do so if:
1. I’m feeling fancy (not too often).
2. I’m running really late (it happens).
3. I’m working really late (I can expense).
4. I’ve had a little too much to drink (i like wine).
Long story short, cabs can be smelly and/or nauseating. However, they can be a lifesaver in a pinch and a treat from time to time. And certainly, a great place to have a dance party to “Groove Is In the Heart.” That may or may not have happened.
I’ve heard a lot of folks talking smack about summer lately.
As in, we really didn’t have one. I know…we’re all disoriented because we’re not sweltering in heat or suffocating in humidity. (In the famous words of that drugged-up kid from the dentist, “Is this real life?”)
However, you know, and I know, what is right around the corner. As a result, I am clinging on to summer for dear life. Here is how I know: A band was playing outside on the roofdeck right below my bedroom window last night. I wasn’t even mad. I was actually happy that summer made this possible.
Said band. Though only a two person band, I believe.
Since summer doesn’t officially end until September 21, I propose that we squeeze in more of this:
Because we’re just around the corner from:
Megan Boley dressed like an Eskimo.
Snow boots becoming a semi-permanent part of the wardrobe
Our favorite things blanketed in snow. Or make that just everything blanketed in snow...
...that eventually create potholes large enough to render you a missing person.